-Quarantine-

Computer labs are probably breeding grounds for bacteria, anyway. But when I'm surrounded by sore throats, runny noses, and projectile sneezers, is it any wonder that a few days later my own biology is becoming rough around the edges? And at the height of a work crunch, no less.

The waking sleepiness of classmates is likely related, although atmospheric changes within these buildings plays a definite part in these proceedings. In a warm, dry environment, we're all aligned in the same direction, looking at projections with source-equipment that hums seductively, "Sleep....Sleep....Sleep."

Which makes it all the more difficult when the familiar decides that I am patently not sleeping except in small, restless segments at night. She has learned how to make noise, and lots of it, and I can't for the life of me figure out what she wants. More food? She always wants more food; why should today be any different?

Because we are both sick, and no creature is at peace in quarantine.